It's cutting them loose and having the pack run the rabbit until it gives up and goes in a hole or gets caught. And although the dogs usually don't catch it, they run like they want to. Just me and my pack of hounds, in any condition, on any day, in the roughest places I can find . . .

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Don't you Hate a Brush Hog

I went to Sharp's to run tonight. This is a ten acre brush field beside a ten acre woods that is all surrounded by crop fields. It is only a mile from my house. I hadn't been there for about three weeks. Imagine my surprise when I saw a new path into the weeds. They had mowed about 90% of the cover.   I probably won't run this much this until next summer when the cover grows back.

The rabbits were still there but the running was choppy, especially at first. The rabbits weren't sure where to run and some of the circles were strangely shaped.

I brought Tony to keep things in order but with the lack of cover she was a little on the rough side. Miss settled in and helped keep the pack together.

Butcher (a grandson of Neal) a young dog Lewis Smith from NC gave me runs like an old dog even though he is only ten months old. I can't help but wonder how he will end up.

I ran Tony, Dissident, Butcher, Rep, and Miss.   The temperature was 33 degrees.

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